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10/9/2015 7:47:04 PM
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[i]She rubs the back of her head[/i]
"Flair and Sharp. That's who you two went up against. Flair, the ace of 9. Sharp, the ace of 8. I was attacked by the club of Jack."
[i]She lifts her shirt up to reveal her torso heavily bandaged as well as her forehead.[/i]
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[b] He raises his eyebrows[/b] "What the hell did Mr. Jack do?"
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Edited by EvoTymes: 10/9/2015 7:50:12 PM"He put three bullets into my gut then he clocked me in the head with a right hook." [i]She says this with a sigh.[/i]
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[b] He shrugs.[/b] "At least he wasnt a Psion with a flaming sword." [b] He stands up after finishing Trinity's bandages.[/b] "You want something to drink?"
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"True. Um can I get some water please?"
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"You called me a lazy ass and now your saying please?" [b] Lance chuckles and goes to the fridge, tossing her a bottle of water[/b]
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[i]She catches it [/i] "Look, I'm trying okay. Would you rather me be a jerk?" [i]She drinks the water.[/i]
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[b]He chuckles.[/b] "Be whatever you want. Doesn't make a huge difference to me. Not like I see you all that often anyway."
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"True, well I'm trying to become a better person in general."
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[b] He rolls his eyes.[/b] "Why? Because big bro said to?"
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"Yeah. What you think it's alright for a 17 year old to drink and wreck the city? He made me realize what I was doing. So I'm going to change."
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[b] He shrugs[/b] "Your choices. Your life. I'm no role model to take after."
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"Yeah alright, I just came to check up on you guys."
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[b] Lance chuckles.[/b] "I can take care of myself Jenna." [b] He gets up off the couch to rummage through a cupboard, showing his massive burn scars on his back.[/b] [spoiler] Don't know if Jenna has seen them, don't think she has. Plus it adds a bit of more of a connection to the two if she knows his story.[/spoiler]
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"What's up with the burn scars?"
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"Fire gave them to me." [b] He chuckles.[/b]
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"No shit. What's the story?"
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"My house burned down and my parents burned alive when I was 8. I escaped with these as a parting gift. And I still haven't found out who did it." [b] He throws a thumb over his shoulder gesturing to the scars[/b]
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"Oh, uh. Sorry about that."
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[b] He laughs.[/b] "It's fine. I've come to terms with it, I'm sure you didn't expect such a dark answer."
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"Uh no I didn't."
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[b] He chuckles.[/b] "Sorry about that."
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"It's alright."
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"Well, I appreciate you stopping by. Your welcome here anytime, you know that right?"
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"Oh, I am? Even after me trying to kill you guys and all that?"
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[b] He rolls his eyes.[/b] "Tried is right. You might have killed someone else but it wouldn't have been me."
